AN: Enjoy, should I make this a multichap'? Please tell me if you would like me to post a second chapter. It is potential Stan/Kenny with a hint of Cartman/Kenny…

A shadow in the night. Jumping roof to roof. Light thumping over houses as boots hit shingles. It's like a disease. I never truly understood Batman, until I became Mysterion. Once you put on that mask, you become a different person. You may not even be a person anymore. But you are a symbol. I tried to abandon the identity once before. After the whole Cthulhu incident. I said I was too old to be Mysterion. Karen brought me back to it though. Every time she was sad I had to give her some hope, and I couldn't do that, as Kenny. Since then I decided I wouldn't stop being Mysterion. Not until I was no longer needed, or finally died.

I was on my nightly patrol. Looking over the town that I'd been stuck in my whole life. Nothing out of the ordinary so far. A couple kids doing some graffiti, some drunks stumbling home. It's not until I see that fat lard scurrying around the corner in an alleyway, that I know something is up. With a few slick jumps I'm over there, standing on the edge of a building, looming over him.

He is looking for something, you can tell by the way he digs. I jump down to the dumpster below me, a large clap as my boots hit the metal.

'Coon, what are you doing?' I force out the usual growl from my throat.

'Go away, Kinny!'

'Fat ass, you know the rules, same as the comics, no names on the field.'

'Whatever Mysterion.' He barks at me, rummaging through the trash bags, ripping them open with his claws.

'Just like a filthy animal to go digging through the trash.' He swung a fat arm back at me, metal claws scraping over my face. 'God fucking damnit, Cartman!'

'Ey! You said no names on the field, Mysterion. Don't get your panties in a twist.'

I grabbed him by the back of the head and slammed his face into the trash bags he was digging through. Him squealing like a fucking pig, begging me to let him go and calling for his mom.

I brought my foot up and pushed on his head, digging him further in the trash, his mouth filling with whatever remains were in there. 'Go home, Coon.'

I stepped off and before he could get out I was already up the drain pipe. The fatass couldn't climb these things like I could, so he wouldn't see me again, until school.

I followed him around from the shadows until he headed back to his house, he seemed to not find what he was looking for, or he didn't want to be around trash anymore. Either way he was out of my way. I kept a watchful eye on the town, sometimes through the night I would climb on top of the police building and listen to them chatter on about hoodlums and crazy things happening. They're all scatterbrains, they have no idea what is going on. Idiots.

As the sun began to rise I decided it was about time for me to head back home. I liked to get at least four hours in before the school day. I slept in most classes, but it's always good to get some sleep. The blood from the scratches had also dried on my face and I wanted nothing more than to disinfect my entire face.

I was on City Hall, giving my final look over before I noticed something off. A small figure tottering through the streets. Who the fuck could that be?

I climbed down and trailed behind them, into an alleyway. Just a bit away from where I had confronted Cartman. This figure was smaller in build though, about just as tall, and wasn't wearing a ridiculous costume, just a dark jacket and hat. Carrying a small wooden box. I snuck over behind him.

'What are you doing scum?' I tried to sound as offending as I could. The boy whipped around and I caught blue eyes shine from a far off street light. 'Stan? What are you doing?'

'Um hey, Ke- Mysterion. I was, um. I accidentally threw away the key to this box a couple days ago, you know, when we were all hanging out. I need to find it.'

I put back on my façade, 'Why? What is in the box, Stan?'

'It's private. But, Cartman overheard me talking about it to Kyle. He knows it's something important to me, so he was going to find the key and bribe me. I need to find it before he does.'

I cared for Stan. A lot. In some ways I loved him. I mean, really, he was more of a best friend to me than anyone. Somehow, he just was. I couldn't stand to see him lose something to Cartman. I got down on my knees next to him and started digging trough the trash.

'Ken! Ah, Mysterion, you really don't have to help me. I can find it.'

Something shiny in the pile caught my eye, I pulled the small piece of metal up and rubbed off some of the dirt. It was a key alright, 'This it?'

Stan grabbed the small key from my gloved hand and placed it in the lock on the box, with a turn and a click, the lock opened.

'Guess it is then.'

'Thank you so much.' Then he leaned in a pecked me on the cheek; I was so grateful for the shadows, and my mask, 'Oh god that was so gay, sorry.'

'It's okay. I'm glad I could help you, you should head home now Stan.'

'What happened to your face? Did Cartman do-?'

'Yeah, but I scared him off when he was looking for that key I guess. Good thing too.'

'We need to clean that up, come on, you don't want an infection.'

He grabbed me by the arm and started leading me towards his home. I guess I could sleep there. I also suppose Mysterion is good for more than just stopping crime.